non-lucid

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically placed people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is wrapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.

I'm walking around outside. There are long alleys, it's night time and everything is illuminated by street lamps. There are chickens walking around, and all the houses seem to be shacks. Clothes are hanging from lines, and I can hear families echoing off the walls.

I reach a certain house that I seem to recognize. Several people are inside, I can see them through the window. Somehow I know that I am supposed to live there. Several of my housemates, well, they were several years ago - they were there. Standing around. Yish was there. He was moving out and they wanted me to replace his spot in the house. I slowly accepted, unsure of whether or not it was really the best idea or not. It was settled. Everyone was dirty, down. Everything seemed to be falling apart, yet was held together by something so unspeakable that it was hard for them to look at each other.

I wandered off, wandered back to my place of work that I worked at around a year ago. I was walking around, yet was looking for a parking space. I asked a man where the staff parking was. He directed me to a lot that was very near me. I walked over and there was a man there who was handing out t-shirts. I took one, and put it on. However, I realized that it was two stuck together. I tried peeling one of them off, but the whole thing simply shattered.

I'm at a giant fourth of july festival/parade. I'm walking through this large aisle of people, around me are overweight american families in red white and blue. I'm looking for Donald. I have my dog with me and I let her off the leash and tell her to go find him. She can't find him.

I'm at a house, I go outside. There's this small punk girl with a mohawk I've met a few times. She's angry with me and I ask her why she doesn't like me. She says that it's because I didn't feed some starving people she saw a few days ago, and how can I be a real human worth knowing when I don't do my absolute best to take care of people better.

There was a group of wolves, they were going to kill another group of wolves. The white wolves were the evil wolves. They heard something in the distance and bounded off to rip it to shreds. I think they were angry that the brown wolves kept piling up the snow. I found bags of snow, buckets of snow that were being filled with a snow hose and dumped them in front of the wolves. The snow didn't pile up, it just melted away.

I was in a trailer that felt like an apartment building. I was hanging out with some old friends of mine who I never see anymore. A cop knocked on the door and burst through into the living room. He was really angry and dragged me outside where he did horrible things to me and then beat me up and threw me back into the house. My friends were concerned and started ranting about police brutality.

The dream slightly changed. Things in the house began to age, my old friends were replaced by new ones. Things looked dilapidated, like they were falling down.

A woman police officer stormed through the door and began poking around. "Everyone needs to get out of here," she announced, "horrible things have happened here." She lifted a rug to find lots of blood.
At that moment I felt a chill sweep over the entire place. I couldn't stand to be there anymore. I felt like horrible things would happen if I stayed.

Summer was waiting outside in a van. She said we needed to get far away. I turned back to the trailer and saw baby cat sitting there. I wanted to cry. She was my favorite cat, and I've missed her so much. I felt like she was trying to tell me to rescue her, but I was already far away.

We were trying to get to Minnesota. We were not sure where we were or what highway we were on. We decided to stop at the next exit we could find. We turned into the parking lot of a dingy looking taqueria. Inside there were several men standing behind a counter. There were no food or drinks inside, just several men in blue shirts with dirty white aprons. They glowered at us as we slowly walked towards them. They didn't want us there. I looked around and felt like this was also a bad place. The ceiling was rotting and seemed it would fall down on us at any moment. The door to what I assumed was the bathroom has black mold creeping all along the outlines of it, I wanted to turn on my heel and run, but felt safer being with Summer. We left quickly.

We got back on the highway. The trailer was next to us, baby cat was sitting in the window, looking straight at me. We passed the trailer quickly.

We stopped a place, a busy street. The wolves were back. The white ones. I needed to stop them, so I started piling logs and trash all along the street, forming a giant barrier. I piled it so high that I had to climb up it to keep piling things on top. Finally, a car came on the other side, angry. Several trucks came and within seconds had all the logs in the backs of their trucks and were hauling them away. The path was clear and the wolves were standing there, facing me. End.

My recall was relatively fuzzy last night. I remember falling around this woman. She couldn't see me, but I knew that I existed because she was living in a different world, yet was in this one. She was interacting with people and things that didn't exist. I could see the things and people that didn't exist, but always knew what it really looked like. This is harder to explain than I'd anticipated.

She was trapped in some sort of pseudo-prison. She wanted to sign up to shovel dirt, then did. I was watching her as she shoveled imaginary dirt with an imaginary shovel.

At one point things between her and the jailer got weird and she spit bullets out of her mouth and he died. She fell onto an electric chair but managed to save herself from electrocution.

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I dreamt that I was pregnant and huge. I played some Harry Potter game that was supposed to be a different Harry Potter game from the one I had....
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I dreamt that me and a group of punk kids went swimming down a river. At the end of the river was my house, and this kid with green liberty spikes asked if I would put them back up for him.

I'm by these red mountains. They're a red earth-tone. They're beautiful, I'm touching the ground and I feel really happy.



I know that I have to get to Mt. Everest. I remember Liz telling me that we had to meet there so that we could climb to the top and get something of importance (I think... we also could have been trying to save someone).

Liz and I went to a liquor store to buy cigarettes together. We set down all the money we had on the counter and asked how many it would buy us. He set down five yellow packs of pall malls and told us that the yellow ones were better, if we smoked the red ones at that altitude it could constrict our throats and kill us.

For some reason Roswell was in this little alcove nestled in the middle of Mt. Everest. I can't explain this. It seemed perfectly natural at the time.

We stormed some giant gate which led us to the heart of the town. There was an Immortal Technique show happening. We were standing outside the door trying to see in. There were only a few people inside. We were worried about the fact that we didn't have tickets, but I just walked right in. The stage was lower than the handful of people standing around. As I got to the edge where the stage was, he looked up at me and smiled. He ended his show and climbed up and sat down to talk to me. I remember having a very long conversation with him about the politics of climbing a mountain. He looked very old and wise. Nothing like this:


He told me that I was doing a great job and to keep up the good work. He also told me that I had the spirit of revolution in my heart and to run with it, fly with it.

There was some gathering going on in a building down the road. I walked inside and realized that it was my room. Except, it wasn't really my room. There were thousands of posters on the wall - posters that I don't have anymore, but used to have. There were pictures of me and pictures of my friends all overlapping and mingling together to form a very overwhelming wallpaper.

I was supposed to be speaking about dogs. There were at least fifty punk rockers sitting around on the floor, a few standing, leering towards me angrily. There was a dog problem, I'm not sure exactly what, but they expected me to solve their problem. I started rambling on about how I loved dogs, how my dog was somewhere else but she may show up shortly... when one very tall guy started ripping the posters off the wall in a big stream. A huge section came off all at once and I said something along the lines of, "well that was incredibly rude." He then grabbed me and tried to take me down. Being the tough ass that I am I overpowered him and threw him on the ground before leaving the room.

Outside, people kept apologizing to me. Some girl asked me if I wanted to cuddle and I said, "no, but maybe someday." Then she started cuddling with someone else.

I knew I needed to focus on the real issue at hand, which was getting to the top of everest. That was something I never got to in the dream.

Two lucids last night! Yay!

The first was very dark. I was walking down a dark street and simply knew it was a dream. I think beforehand I had been looking for my dogs leash, or rather, a dog leash somewhere. I then realized that I was holding the leash and walking her down the street.

Anyway, I realize I'm dreaming and decided that I wanted to fly into space and explore another planet. I started drifting upwards, and then saw my dog still on the leash. For some reason I couldn't come back down and unleash her, so I decided to use my mind to do it. I made the leash unhook from up in the air and she came catapulting up next to me. The sky was beautiful, and I started to penetrate into space, everything was blue and cloudy... wispy. The dream ended.

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I'm in my room, and I wake up. I feel like something is off. Everything feels really weird. D is there and is yelling about something. I feel like this must be a dream. I look at my hands and count my fingers to do a reality check. I could about 8 fingers on my left hand. I know I'm dreaming, but this feels too real. I think, maybe I can fly through the ceiling since it's a lucid dream. I jump and hit my head on the ceiling, I can't penetrate it. I feel like I spent a really long time knowing I was dreaming but was somewhat overwhelmed about being wrong that I was dreaming. I ended up catapulting myself through the window.

I lost lucidity shortly after. I remember inheriting a house and having the neighbors yell at me because there was an anarchy sign on the side of the house. It was very small. I also remember driving down some jenky road that I wasn't supposed to.